


Three-Course Menu

by captain_sassy_socks



Category: Stargate SG-1
Genre: Aftercare, Bubble Bath, Established Relationship, F/M, Smut
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-08-15
Updated: 2020-08-30
Packaged: 2021-03-05 19:20:11
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 3
Words: 4,748
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25920466
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/captain_sassy_socks/pseuds/captain_sassy_socks
Summary: Jack promised Sam a three-course menu.(Sequel to Lunch Break)
Relationships: Samantha "Sam" Carter/Jack O'Neill
Comments: 42
Kudos: 60





	1. Appetizer

**Author's Note:**

> My muse won. She couldn’t leave Sam hanging, after she indulged Jack during their lunch break. Our Colonel deserved to be taken care of in more than one way.
> 
> Enjoy their intimacy!

“Ahh…” Sam sunk deeper into the mountain of foam. “This is nice.” Her arm hung over the edge of the bathtub, a glass of red wine dangled between her fingers.

“Hmm,” Jack murmured in agreement. This was definitely nice. Well-temperate water, soft, classical music in the air, a cuddly Carter in his arms, and all the time in the world. What more could he want? Although, he might have gone overboard when he had added the bath supplements. The tiny bubbles were everywhere and obscured most of her head. Jack scooped up a handful and blew them away.

Sam snuggled further into his frame and took a sip of the earthy liquid. “You know how to show a girl a good time.” Her other hand caressed his skin above his knee.

His lips brushed her temple. “I do my very best.” After the unexpected, yet welcome surprise at lunch, he had promised her a continuation in the evening. Hidden from her gaze, the corners of his mouth curled up. He already knew how to whet her appetite. If his plan worked out, she would be fully satisfied and tired out once he was finished with her. Of all the people, she more than earned herself a night of blissful sleep.

His fingers trailed up one arm and settled on her shoulder. Since she had held herself upright in medium heel pumps throughout the day, the strain was palpable underneath his fingertips. “Let me help you unwind,” he offered and rubbed along her cervical spine.

Sam sat up and bent forward just enough, so he had room to maneuver. With a swipe of his hand, Jack removed a disturbing strip of foam before his thumbs dug into the tense muscles of her upper back. The pressure elicited a hiss from her. Immediately, his tongue soothed the maltreated patch. “Sorry.” When her body relaxed, he concentrated on increasing blood flow and breaking down muscular knots with more deference. All along, he gauged her reaction before he moved on to another stretch. When he hit a particularly tight spot at the base of her skull, Sam arched her back and moaned, “Oh, yeah. Right there.”

Jack repeated his mindful motions until the muscles felt looser. Despite the evaporating tension, the excitement of lecturing and the exchange of ideas continued to buzz through her veins. He needed to distract her still busy brain or all his efforts of seduction would be in vain.

The wine glass dangerously tipped to the side. Before the content ended up in the bathwater, Jack removed it from her fingers and put it on the low bathroom cabinet on his right. Once he had the hazard eliminated, he made himself comfortable behind her again.

With a content hum, Sam’s head dropped on his shoulder, exposing her throat to him. His greedy lips accepted the invitation and latched on to the juncture between neck and shoulder. While they explored the tendons, one hand skimmed the underside of her breasts, and the other petted the inside of her thigh.

The first notes of Smetana’s _Moldau_ sounded in the background.

Sam’s butt wriggled until she found a position that allowed her to open herself wider, yearning for his fingers to stroke her most sensitive parts.

Her eagerness pleased him, but he wanted to prolong her release as much as possible. Ignoring her silent request, he just played with the smooth curls above the slit. A the same time, her nipples became erect underneath his maddening touch. Like two lighthouses at sea, they protruded from the water surface and beckoned him. The sight was alluring and arousing. His own desire swelled within him, but he pushed it down. This here, right now, was not about him, it was about her.

An impatient whimper launched itself from her lips. One hand flew down and shoved his digits to the place she needed him the most.

“Ssshhh.” He entwined their fingers and placed them on her stomach. “Relax and let me do all the work.” To emphasize his point, his thumb drifted over one stiff nipple. “Can you do that for me, Colonel?” He pulled her earlobe between his teeth.

Sam bit down on her bottom lip – eyes closed, brows knitted - and bobbed her head. The grip on his fingers loosened.

“Good.” He picked up where she had interrupted him and palmed one breast, whereas his tongues licked along her throat. Teasing her, his middle finger dipped between her flesh and circled her bud. The warm water intensified the slippery sensation.

Her pelvis jerked. The muscles in her abdomen twitched. Despite her body’s demand to speed up, Jack kept his stimulation unhurried and sensual, feathery touches to allow a beautiful stroll toward her climax, not to a rushed race. They had only reached the fourth episode of the composition.

She whined in frustration and gyrated her hips, seeking more friction.

He didn’t relent. Whereas his mouth lulled her, his gentle fingers stimulated her. It was slow torture—the best of its kind.

The music neared the passage of the rapids, the signal he had been waiting for. As the crescendo neared, Jack closed in for the kill. He sucked at her pulse point, pinched a nipple, and flitted his finger over her bundle of nerves with determination.

Startled, Sam yelped and squirmed. Her hips lifted off his groin. Jack held her firmly down and carried on with his onslaught until her powerful orgasm ripped through her body. Her muscles shuddered, her thighs clenched, and a choked cry resounded in time with the last notes of the orchestral peak.

For what felt like an eternity, she floated through another dimension before she collapsed against his chest on a sharp exhale.

Jack caught her with his muscular arms and helped her to come down from her high. This was his favorite Carter, soft, glowing, and satiated.

The coda of the _Moldau_ rolled over them until it disappeared in the distance.

“I could stay like this forever,” she sighed and melted into his embrace like ice cream in the summer sun.

While nuzzling her hair close to her temple, a smudge of suds ended up on her cheek. Lifting one hand to brush it away, he grimaced when his wrinkled skin came into sight. “As tempting as it sounds, we better move this to the bedroom.” She turned her head and threw him an adorable look, a mix of dazed and questioning. Jack’s nose wrinkled as he waved his hand in front of her eyes. “I already look like a prune.”

Waves surged through the tub and crashed at the sides. A few splashes of water jumped over the edge.

_No_ , he corrected himself, this was his favorite Carter, snorting with laughter at his wisecrack.


	2. Main Course

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> The couple moves on to the main course.

In the dim light of the bedside lamp, Jack  waited for  Sam to finish up blow-drying her hair .  He didn’t have such a problem,  as he had just toweled them down. The remaining dampness didn’t disturb him at all. 

Since the distinctive noise still floated in from the hallway, he had to occupy himself in the meantime. Once more, he glanced at the nightstand and reassured himself that the plain tube was within reach.

Jack chuckled as he remembered the first time they attempted to advance their relationship. Sam had blushed all shades of red and fumbled her way through an apologetic explanation of how hormonal contraceptives caused vaginal dryness and how it was a common a side effect and that she was so sorry for this to happen at that precise moment. He had stopped her nervous rambling with a loving embrace and assured her that she hadn’t questioned his skills or, worse, offended his male ego. Together, they would find a way to ensure she enjoyed their physical intimacy to the fullest. After some enthusiastic experimenting, they had concluded that water-based vanilla lube was their preferred means of choice. 

“Thinking about me?” Her question broke him from his reverie as she crossed the room with a knowing smile. 

Distracted by her natural beauty, he affirmed under his breath, “You know me.” His hand traveled up her thighs and rested on her waist as she stepped between his legs. He buried his face in her belly and dipped into her navel, relishing in the silkiness of her skin. The aromatic yet spicy scent of her body lotion climbed up his nose. Now, he knew why she had spent so much time in the bathroom. His fingers ascended her soft curves and brushed outsides of her rounded breasts. Jack had always been more fascinated by a plump backside, but Sam’s gorgeous, perfect globes had caught his attention from the very beginning. Like a magnet, they pulled him in and awakened his play instinct. He could have fun with them for hours. With devotion, he palmed them, licked along the underside, and sucked at the stiff nipples.

Humming, Sam leaned into his touch and tightened her grip on his shoulder.

Pleased with his handiwork, he released the bud and nudged her tosit down on his lap. Sam straddled him in slow motion and seated herself over his growing desire, her hands clasped behind his head. Trying to quench his thirst for her, Jack’sgreedylips claimed her in a fiery kiss.

The combination of her fingers raking through his hair, her tongue invading his mouth, and her breasts tickling his chest fueled his lust. Soon, this sensual foreplay wouldn’t be enough. He needed to know how she wanted to take him. He let go and scraped his teeth along her jaw. Arriving at her ear, he whispered, “How do you want it?” Nibbling at her earlobe, he proposed, “Deep and slow?” Proceeding down her throat, he presented her with another choice, “Hard and fast?” His middle finger slid between her buttocks and rubbed over her pucker. “Adventurous and kinky?” That was a side he had never expected to discover but had been intrigued nonetheless.

Sam lifted his chin and challenged him with a sultry grin, “Surprise me.” Her eyes sparkled in a dangerous shade of cobalt blue, and her pelvis gyrated over him.

Jack suppressed a groan at the endless possibilities she presented him with, of what he could do to her, with her, and for her. His eyes darken to an almost black hue as his mind conjured up the image of her writhing and begging underneath him. Involuntary, his muscles flexed, and he bucked, which earned him an arched eyebrow. He fixed her with a warning glance and lowered his voice. “Carte blanche, Colonel? That’s a dangerous offer.” His fingers dug into her rear to halt her deliberate provocation.

She jutted her chin forward and stressed the honorific, “Give me your best shot, General.”

Both held each other’s gaze for a long second before they burst into laughter. Sam buried her face in the crook of  his neck as her body shook  uncontrollably . “Laid it too thick?” Her giggles  vibrated through his body.

Although it broke the atmosphere, Jack savored these precious moments when they were playful and sportive. Caressing her sides, he chortled, “A tiny bit.”It took them a minute to calm down. Once he was sure he had her full attention, Jack repeated the question, “So, what shall it be?”

Sam  raised  her head and  chewed on her bottom lip. Her eyes darted  over his features  as she contemplated  her answer . Absentmindedly, her thumb  drew circles on his skin near  the collarbone . After a  moment’s consideration , she  stated , “Hmm, deep and slow  sounds nice.”

Jack nodded. “Okay.” Intend to capture her lips once again, he angled forward, but her index finger intercepted his approach. He squinted and canted his head.

“With the option to go hard and fast,” she added with a confident smile. She had made up her mind.

“Can do,” he mumbled against the digit. Now, it was his duty to deliver. He already had an idea how to achieve the goal.

Cradling her face, his lips drifted over hers while his tongue sought permission to enter. In contrast to his tenderness, her deft fingers clutched his length and worked him with determination. Jack sighed into her mouth. She was driving him crazy.

He d etached himself from her  moist and addictive lips  and stopped her  ministration .  Her innocent smirk told him that she knew exactly what she was doing to him. 

Time to turn the tables.

“On all fours,” he instructed.

“Edge or center?”

He had more leverage for his thrusts at the edge, but at the center, he put less stress on his knees. “Center,” he replied. And if they toppled over, the mattress would at least cushion the impact.

Sam leaped up and crawled toward the middle of the bed, whereas Jack retrieved the tube and settled behind her. The mouth-watering sight of her ample backside made him throb. With abandon, he kneaded both cheeks and sank his teeth into the supple flesh. Sam hissed at the sudden twinge. At once, Jack alleviated the pain by soothing the angry mark with his lips. Her irritation transformed into approval at his gentle caresses. Her forgiving reaction encouraged him to advance on his journey. The tip of his tongue inched along her perineum until he reached his destination, where he dove in and tasted all of her.

Sam rewarded him with a gasp and twitching muscles in her glutes.

Grinning, he indulged her a few more seconds before he drew back and rested on his haunches. Her disapproving whimper elicited a faint chuckle from  him . She was  so eager and needy. He  popped the cap open and dripped a copious amount of the gel-like liquid into  one palm . Rubbing  them together , he warmed  the lube .  It wouldn’t do them any good if he  shocked her with chilly fingers and extinguished the flame of arousal. 

As soon as the temperature felt right, one hand disappeared between her legs and spread  it . The slickness made it easier for him to  stimulate her and evoke prickling sensations, especially when he grazed her bundle of nerves. Jack fondled her with a dexterity honed by years of assembling and disassembling his service weapon. Hungry for more, two fingers probed her and slipped into her warm  channel . While he fingered her,  he  plucked at his own flesh  with his other hand . The  d ouble onslaught increased his longing to  i mmerse himself in her depth . 

Distracted by his own desirous thoughts, he almost missed her strangled curse, a clue that she sprinted toward her peak. It wouldn’t take much to push her over the last hurdle.

Without warning, he yanked his fingers from her.

For a brief moment, Sam ground against empty air before she realized his absence. Before she had a chance to lodge her protest, he aligned himself behind her and pushed into her in one smooth motion. Anchoring himself at her waist, he set up a leisured pace - in and out in a practiced rhythm.

With  r apture , Sam pushed back against him to meet  each of his steady thrusts.

Their labored breathing and skin slapping against skin were the only sounds in the otherwise quiet room.

Gradually, the tension built up in Jack’s abdomen. He decided that the slow teasing had dragged on long enough and propped himself on one foot. The new angle allowed for deeper and more intense penetration.

Sam groaned in pleasure as he hit all the right places with his dynamic strokes. Her trembling arms gave out, and her upper body collapsed.

Jack’s greasy hands had trouble holding her in place while he smacked into her with fervor. Beads of sweat formed at his hairline. He was spiraling out of control. Instead of following her, he rushed ahead. Through gritted teeth, he ordered, “Touch yourself.”

Sam obeyed.  One hand  shot down and flitted over her clit wh ile the other  c rumpled the sheets.  A muffled  cuss  cut through the air.

Still, she was behind him in her ascent.  To  delay the inevitable,  Jack s lowed down and rocked  his hips  against her . He wouldn’t last that much longer, but it  allowed her to catch up.

Her legs shuddered.

Finally!

Jack pressed a shaky breath through his tight lips and resumed his swift, powerful thrusts. No more than five seconds later, her walls clamped down on him. He let out a feral growl as Sam shattered around him. The undulated motions of her inner muscles propelled him over the cliff. He shut his eyes and tilted his head back as he floated through the vastness of time and space. His full vigor compiled in a minuscule point in his core. Every cell in his body oscillated as the pressure rose, and his awareness of everything else dissipated until he exploded in a blinding ball of ecstasy. 

Again, nothing existed except her; his beacon in the dark, the brightest star in his night sky.

His hips continued to move of their own volition and prolonged the incredible sensations cruising through his system until reality crept in on the periphery of his perception. Struggling for air, his hands flattened on Sam’s spine in an attempt to keep him upright. Cautious not to put his full weight on her, he placed a kiss full of adoration between her shoulder blades.

She had emptied his body and mind for the second time that day.


	3. Dessert

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> A sweet dessert awaits our couple.

Jack slipped from her body and slumped down next to her as the echo of a muscle tremor zipped through his legs. Satiated and glowing, he opened his arms to welcome her into his embrace. Sam snuggled into his frame and draped one leg over his. His fingers caressed her ribcage as their lips met in a series of slow, tender kisses.

Here, in the aftermath of their lovemaking, his mind was free from worry. Like a ray of sunshine, she had brought joy and hope back into a part of his soul that had resembled a parched wasteland for far too long. She had watered and nurtured the soil until most of the land flourished in an array of colors he never imagined seeing again. The dark clouds skittered along the horizon, but her presence prevented them from overcasting the sky. He would never be able to thank her the way she deserved.

Sam’s lips released him, and she rested her forehead against his. The ghost of a breath grazed his cheek while her thumb brushed over his scarred eyebrow. This peaceful moment belonged to her and the world behind her closed eyelids. Jack didn’t dare to disrupt the quiet. After several serene seconds, she scooted down with a content sigh and nestled against his chest.

However, one curl didn’t obey and tickled his nose. He tucked the unruly troublemaker behind her ear while she drew abstract patterns over his heart. “So, I presume the meal was to your satisfaction,” he prided himself with a satisfied grin. In his opinion, he had outdone himself.

“I’m still hungry,” came her muffled reply.

“What?!” His fingers faltered, and his stomach clenched at the implications. He stared down at her blond mane in bewilderment. She couldn’t be serious. If she expected another performance from him tonight, she would be profoundly mistaken. Not even her magic could invigorate him for another round.

“No!” She poked his belly. “Here!” Another jab followed. “I’m starving!” She lifted her head and narrowed her eyes. “I hope your menu includes food.”

No, not really. He hadn’t thought about that aspect at all since the prospect of other more satisfying activities had pushed anything else aside.

The urge to evade her look of reproach rose within him. Jack gulped while his brain searched for a quick way out. “Ahem,… we could order takeout,” he emphasized his brilliant suggestion with a winning smile. “Pizza or Chinese, if you like.”

Her rumbling stomach interrupted and demanded a speedy decision.

“Chinese, it is.” To stifle her protest, he pulled her head down and engaged in a sensual kiss.

Sam indulged him for a moment before she pinched his nipple. Jack yelped in surprise at her sneaky attack. That was uncalled-for. Taking advantage of the situation, she reclined and cupped his jaw. “If I don’t get food into me soon, I promise you,” she reminded him with an arched eyebrow, “this hungry Colonel will turn into a grumpy Colonel.” She tapped his nose. “And we don’t want that, do we?”

“No, we don’t,” he agreed with a shake of his head. The last thing he needed to deal with was a cranky Carter. “So pizza or Chinese?” He left the choice with her.

Without hesitation, she announced her pick, “Chinese. I haven’t had Lo Mein in ages.”

“Lo Mein, alright,” Jack confirmed.

However, another problem called for his urgent attendance. The stickiness between his legs became uncomfortable, and the evidence of their copulation trickled onto his skin. “Let’s clean up first,” he grunted as he pushed himself up and straightened his back with difficulty. Standing up, his muscles protested because of the excessive strain he had put on them in the last 30 minutes. He should definitely exercise more, or at least keep a regular schedule.

“And please bring the healing ointment.”

He winced at her words and stopped in his tracks. His arm angled around the door frame. Looking halfway over his shoulder at a fascinating point next to her, he inquired, “Bag or cabinet?”

“Bag.”

He nodded in acknowledgment and trudged to the bathroom where he wiped the smudges off, donned his sweatpants and T-shirt from earlier, and grabbed her bathrobe. After collecting the required stuff, he returned to the bedroom and spotted the most adorable scene ever.

Sam lolled on the sheets like a kitten, hands stretched above her head, eyes closed, and a blissful expression brightened her face.

Again, he had to revise his opinion. This was his absolute favorite Carter, happy and at peace with herself and the world around her. A jolt of unconditional love struck his core at the sudden certainty that he had helped her reach her current state. The corners of his mouth curled up as if they tried to flee from his face.

He seated himself on the edge of the bed and rubbed her belly. “Hey, sleepyhead, wake up.”

Her eyelids fluttered open, and she hummed a half-hearted protest, “Not sleepy.” The beauty of a thousand radiant suns greeted him. “Just happy.”

His heart threatened to burst into a firework of rainbow colors at her admission. “Here, let me clean you,” he offered with a trembling voice and held up a damp washcloth and a towel. Sam widened her legs and lifted her hips to give him better access. Once he completed the task, he instructed, “Turn around.”

Instantly, his equilibrium shattered at the sight of the red, swollen mark. The skin wasn’t pierced, but the impression of his teeth jumped out at him. Cautious, his fingertips traced the crescent-shaped imprint, and he flinched. “Sorry, I got carried away.” Even if it was too late, he apologized for the pain he had caused.

“It’ll heal,” she said as if it wasn’t a big deal, as if he didn’t have the proof of his lapse right in front of him.

“Still, it shouldn’t have happened,” he deflated and screwed off the cap. Her reassurance did nothing to ease his guilty conscience as he applied the ointment with utmost care. After having received the magnificent blowjob during lunch break, he had spent most of the afternoon daydreaming about all the things they could do to each other. While he had schemed and planned, his skin had prickled, and his lively pulse had thrummed through his veins in eager anticipation. His body had climbed to a state of latent arousal he hadn’t experienced in weeks. Regardless, it didn’t justify hurting her.

Sam sat up and entwined the fingers of one hand. “Jack,” she cradled his face with the other and forced him to look at her, “these things happen.” Unconvinced, he tried to avert his gaze, but Sam held him in place. “If I don’t like something, I’ll tell you. So stop beating yourself up.” The tender brush of her lips reinforced her words.

Though, one nagging thought remained. “When is your next physical?” Such an injury would be hard to explain since it was rather self-explanatory to the expert eye. He could pull rank and keep the medical report under wraps. Even Hank wouldn’t gain access to the information, but he doubted Sam would appreciate his meddling. Anyway, things like that had a way of seeing the day of light, especially at the SGC.

“Don’t know,” Sam shrugged. “Daniel helps SG-7 with the translation of a stone tablet, and Teal’c is on a diplomatic with Ishta,” she stressed ‘diplomatic’ with air quotes. “Besides, Cam is still in physical therapy for at least another week.”

Well, that should be enough time to soothe her irritated skin.

“I’ll be able to catch up with Doctor Lee on a handful of scientific experiments in the meantime.”

An ingenious idea flashed through Jack’s mind that would kill two birds with one stone, enhanced performance and eradication of incriminating evidence. “Maybe you could study a Tok’ra healing device in that time?”

“Why?” she asked as she creased her forehead.

“Because…,” Jack’s smile broadened as he wiggled his eyebrows, “the little General would be very grateful.”

“Oh, boy!” Sam exclaimed with an eye-roll and plopped down on the mattress.

***

Forty minutes later, they sprawled out on the sofa in the living room and enjoyed their meal. While she dug into her egg noodles, Sam recounted the events of the day. The fork zigzagged through the air and illustrated an equation. Her sparkling eyes and animated voice conveyed her joy of transferring some of her knowledge to the next generation of USAF junior officers. Despite her vivid demonstration, Jack zoned out. Her luscious lips and the velvety underneath his fingertips distracted him. On top, fatigue crept in like fog over a meadow in fall.

“You’re not listening.” A knowing smile played around her lips as she chewed on a piece of broccoli.

Jack rubbed one eye with the heel of his hand. “Sorry, it was a long, tedious day. I’m-” A hearty yawn distorted the rest of his phrase.

“Wiped?” She took his food container from his hand, peered inside, and set it next to hers on the table. “Drained?” Wiping her fingers on a paper napkin, she continued with her quips. “Depleted?”

Jack glared at her smugness and squeezed her calf. “Yeah, something along these lines.” Despite his best intentions to wear her out, the reality reflected a different outcome. She looked like she could take on an entire army of Jaffas – even if only clad in a flimsy piece of clothing - while he wouldn’t make it back to the bedroom without falling asleep on the way. “And a certain someone is to blame.”

Sam pulled her legs beneath her and kneeled beside him. Leaning into him, she proposed, “I make you a deal.” Her fingers ambled along his jawline. “Why don’t you put your head in my lap, make yourself comfortable, and I’ll update you on the latest progress of the BC-304’s shield modifications.” She attached her mouth to his temple and murmured, “Cause what I tell you now, I don’t have to repeat in the morning.”

_And you could engage in other, more pleasant activities before she had to leave,_ his tired brain fired up in a last act of clarity.

A lopsided grin spread over his sleepy face. “Okay, make room.”

Sam changed her sitting position to accommodate Jack as he lowered himself down and sank into her warmth. If heaven were a place on Earth, it would be here in her lap.

Sounds reached his ear and tugged at his consciousness. Sam had already started her detailed explanation of… of… whatever she talked about. He didn’t pay attention since he concentrated on her gentle fingers weaving through his hair. The repetitive motion lured him to the border of slumberland. He didn’t resist as his eyes drifted shut. It was only for a second, two at the most, he promised himself, and then he would continue to focus on words, and sentences, and equatities… huh?… nevermind. Just one more se-

“Chrrrrrrrrrrr...”

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Note 1  
> If anyone expected another steamy encounter, I have to disappoint you. That is not the purpose of the dessert. Like with any meal, the appetizer awakens your taste buds and prepares you for the next course. The main course sets the theme, offers a variety of flavors, and is usually served with the most expensive beverage. It satiates you. The dessert is often just a sweet little treat. It completes the experience but should never be the focus.
> 
> Aftercare is as important as the act itself.
> 
> Note 2  
> I tried to figure out the onomatopoeia for snoring and stumbled across an article that informed me it’s a cultural thing. Americans tend to use ‘Zzz’, whereas Polish people use ‘Chr’ and Vietnamese would describe it as ‘Kho, kho’. Therefore, I stuck with my original expression. 


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